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Sorry, the next to last line of my comment should obviously say "cannot." N >>> Carrol Cox 02/18/13 3:14 PM >>> The lines are hardly worthy of including even in _The Stuffed Owl_ (an anthology of bad verse). It reminds one of The Sweet Singer of Michigan. Bad lines from Dryden or Wordsworth at least show a distant acquaintance with the cadences of English. Carrol > -----Original Message----- > From: T. S. Eliot Discussion forum. [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On > Behalf Of Nancy Gish > Sent: Monday, February 18, 2013 1:47 PM > To: [log in to unmask] > Subject: Re: 'Departure and Arrival' by TS Eliot ??? > > This is what is on www.blurtit., whoever or whatever that is. It is difficult to > imagine anything less accurate or more cliched and silly. No one is listed as > having established the authorship or having checked that it is only the first > stanza and then what Ken calls "stripling graduation poem." It is extremely > unhelpful to spread this stuff unless one can establish that Eliot actually > wrote all the rest of that extremely adolescent poem and can show where it > appears in any of his writing. > > This is why just assuming anything on the web is information, let alone > understanding, can be accepted. > > Can anyone find the rest? One can only hope not. > Nancy > > > "Departure and Arrival" is one of the Eliot's early poems. It is a combination > of idealism and optimism. It inspires us to accept the most difficult challenges > of life. Eliot urges us to set high goals before us and then strive fearlessly to > achieve them. We must plan to reach our destination. Departure is a must > for a final arrival. The struggle to make this world a better place according to > our vision is a self-rewarding virtue. To work for the welfare of others is a > noble but difficult mission. > > > >>> Chokh Raj 02/18/13 9:36 AM >>> > > You'll kindly excuse me but I must share this link as well: > > > http://www.blurtit.com/q979418.html > > > > CR > > ________________________________ > > Chokh Raj : > > > BTW, > > Here're some poetic pages on DEPARTURES that set out with the > opening stanza of the poem ascribed to Eliot. > > http://www.gilesswayne.com/images/home/departures-booklet.pdf > > CR > > > ________________________________ > > Chokh Raj wrote Mon, Feb 18, 2013 1:50:17 PM: > > > Here's a poem said to be written by Eliot titled 'Departure and Arrival'. > I'm copying it out from the following link: > http://www.paklinks.com/gs/images-central/66393-for-all-my-friends-out- > there.html > > There are other links at Google that mention this poem but don't provide the > text. > Could someone guide me to an authentic source where I could find this > poem? > > Departure and Arrival > T.S. Eliot > > Standing upon the shores of all we know > We linger for a moment doubtfully, > Then with a song upon our lips, sail we > Across the harbor bar -- no chart to show > No light to warn of rocks which lie below, > But let us put forth courageously. > > Although the path be tortuous and slow, > Although it bristles with a thousand fears, > To hopeful eye of youth it still appears > A lane by which the rose and hawthorn grow > We hope it may be, would that we might know > Would we might look into the future years. > > Great duties call--the twentieth century > More grandly dowered than those which came before, > Summons -- who knows what time may hold in store, > Or what great deed the distant years may see, > What conquest over pain and misery, > What heroes greater than were ever of yore. > > But if this century is to be more great > Than those before, her sons must make her so > And we are of her sons, and we must go > With eager hearts to help mould well her fate, > And see that she shall gain such proud estate > And shall on future centuries bestow. > > A legacy of benefits -- may we > In future years be found with those who try > To labour for the good until they die, > And ask no other question than to know > That they have helped the cause of victory, > That with their aid the flag is raised so high. > > Sometime in distant years when we are grown > Gray-haired and old, whatever be our lot, > We shall desire to see again the spot > Which, whatever we have been or done > Or to what distant lands we may have gone, > Through all the years will never have been forgot. > > ----- > > CR >